Some things only become visible in retrospect. A conversation that mattered more than it seemed. A photograph that captured something the eye didn’t register at the time. The magic that pours between life’s seams, unhurried, unannounced, and easy to miss.
This is not an archive. It is an index of pauses. Moments where the pace of living slowed long enough to look back, to sit with what happened, and to find the words or the image that made it real. Reflection as practice. Attention as form.
Welcome to my Index.

Moments

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Travel
To Decide: Breaking through imposter syndrome
There's a concept in Japanese Karate called kime (決め), which translates into "to decide." In martial arts terms, it signifies the act of channeling all your muscle, technique, will power, and belief into a singular, focused, decisive execution of a technique.

Choosing our responses.
Looking back over these last few months, there has been a lot of joy. But there has been a lot of sorrow too. And while that's a lot of daily opposition outside of our control, what I've come to learn is that there is one thing in spite of it all that we can control: our responses and the meaning we make together in the face of struggle.
In times like these.
Companies like to measure how we perform under pressure and use that as indication about who we are, what we're capable of, and what we deserve. I also think it's important we observe how companies show up under pressure, to see what it says about them and their character.

Philadelphia

Europe
While the city burns.
The fear we're feeling due to the protests tonight — imagine feeling that sort of fear everyday. Now magnify that fear to every facet of living in our society. That's why the country is on fire right now.

America, Where.
This is America. Where protesting masks and health ordinances with threats of violence is deemed patriotic while protesting systemic murder is seen as thuggery.

A Chink in My Armor
They say you build a thick hide the more you endure. I still feel soft inside, though the metal armor I've slowly wrapped around my identity continues to dent and ding with the passing of time.

Egg Yolk Subway
Time. Like passing trains on parallel tracks. I'm crammed into one in New York, and then Boston, then Chicago. In every car I see clear, lucid frames, my window intersecting with the windows of the passing carts, all quick snapshots in time.

Struggle Against Entropy
We aren't owed anything in this world and I personally do not believe the universe has any inherent meaning specifically lawed by nature for us humans, the minuscule things that we are in the greater vastness of space. And yet, despite believing such, life is full of poetry.
"The Struggle Is Real." — Sisyphus
We are struggling, in the final truth, to become ourselves — people worthy of the existential privilege of the small, vast debt of life we have been granted by destiny. Embrace it. And when able, enjoy it.

Legacy
As my family tells it, his face—with its defined lines grooved by dirt, strife and time—held a solemn look most days. Weary or apathy was not the matter, it was a face well worn. A face having spent time in his village watching the nearby river slowly dismantle the fading banks.

Rain-streaked Windows
Again the rain begins. And so it's been. Stare long enough out there into that rain-streaked window and you may start to lose sight of the picture on the other side.
